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“With its openly bleeding heart and philosopher’s spirit, the odd and undeniably affecting ‘Ghostlove’ explores ways in which we haunt ourselves.” — The New York Times
“An exotic and compelling story with many unexpected twists and turns as [Mahoney] confronts dualities encountered every day—good and evil, life and death, optimism and pessimism.” — Library Journal
“An oddly endearing story, with a bittersweet ending, one that will touch the heart, afford a few pleasant chills, and perhaps leave the reader with some questions about the beings that exist and un-exist in the world around us." — The New York Journal of Books
“A grave yet hilarious meditation on insanity, depression, companionship, and leaving everything behind.” — Publishers Weekly
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I'm an occultist living in a haunted brownstone in upstate New York.
The building is a ghostly double-image of itself, like a picture painted brightly over an older, weirder picture. It's an equinox place, my mother once said, where dark and light things are equally in power.
I want to tell you, dear strangers, why I was there and what I found.
The three-winged pigeon. My cynical doppelgänger. The loneliness and marvels and confusions of the house. And most of all the ghost living in my bedroom.
We learned how to talk without using sound. She was secretive and scared and difficult to know. But she was also warm and playful, as willing to share the room in silence as to trace vulgar symbols on my hand to get a rise.
She helped me with the hundred-pound centipede, the hostile little man living in my basement, and the emptiness I'd felt since my mother lost her mind.
I tried to help her out of limbo with experiments and spells until I realized if they worked―if we succeeded―I would lose her.
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